Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 623 - 623 642 Turbulent Undercurrents!

623: Chapter 642: Turbulent Undercurrents!

623: Chapter 642: Turbulent Undercurrents!

On this day, the Buddha Light of Wuhua Temple shone brightly, and the thunderous chanting of scriptures echoed in all directions.

In the solemn and awe-inspiring Great Hall, Master Fahua meditated upon a lotus, and on both sides of the Great Hall stood countless monks.

Yet today, the atmosphere of Wuhua Temple was oppressive, and even Master Fahua’s complexion turned iron blue because he was intently observing a yellow silk scroll in his hands.

“Amitabha Buddha!”

After tens of breaths had passed, Master Fahua intoned the Buddha’s name in a voice that was deeply solemn and filled with immense rage, which one could completely discern from the chant.

“To defame Buddha like this, not only is this person audacious and reckless, but they also do not hold Buddha in their heart.

If we at Wuhua Temple let this go unchallenged, would we not bring shame upon the lineage of the Buddhist Sect?” Master Fahua showed the fierce look of an angry Vajra, clearly enraged.

“Abbot, according to Brother Ku Hui, this person’s cultivation is unfathomable, and they undoubtedly follow the Taoist lineage.

He speaks wildly without any respect for our Buddhist Sect.

It is likely that his background is extraordinary.

Perhaps we should report this matter to the Thunderclap Monastery at Lingshan and let the Buddhas there make their own judgment,” an elder monk stepped forward to suggest, his hands pressed together.

“It should not be, if we report to Lingshan, wouldn’t that show that our Wuhua Temple is useless?”

“Moreover, we do not yet know the extent of this person’s cultivation.

If we spread this matter to the outside world, wouldn’t it make us the laughingstock of all for being profoundly ineffective?” another elder monk stood out, his eyebrows upside down, giving him an appearance of ferocity.

“Exactly, if we cannot handle even a matter this small without needing assistance from Lingshan, then how can our Wuhua Temple stand firm in the Western Continent?” a white-browed elder monk spoke up in agreement.

“The two elder brothers are not wrong.

However, they need to understand that the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity are immensely vast.

If this person dares to speak recklessly, they must also possess great ability, and it is very possible that they are an Ancient Great Divine Power.

I fear that they are not someone our Wuhua Temple can apprehend and punish.”

“Brother, you worry too much.

How can there be so many Great Divine Powers in this world?

Moreover, we are in the Western Continent, the birthplace of our Buddhist Sect.

Even an Ancient Great Divine Power wouldn’t dare defame the Buddhist Sect.

This person must certainly be an Evil Demon, and our Wuhua Temple should suppress them and send them to Lingshan for judgment.

Only in this way can we demonstrate the prestige of our Wuhua Temple,” another monk asserted.

Several elder monks voiced their opinions, clearly holding different views, each with their own line of reasoning.

“Respected senior uncles, this disciple has a suggestion.”

Suddenly, as the elder monks argued incessantly, an anxious and trembling voice interrupted them, causing the debate to halt, and all to turn toward the source of the sound.

“How dare you, Ku Hui, to speak out of turn?

Retreat at once!” a middle-aged monk’s face changed as he sternly scolded Ku Hui, his disciple.

As his master, he never expected his disciple to speak out on such an occasion, as it was nothing but trouble for him.

“It’s fine, let Ku Hui speak his mind without reservation,” Master Fahua said in a low voice.

At that moment!

Ku Hui knelt in the center of the Great Hall, his eyes turning slightly before he chanted the Buddha’s name softly, “Respected senior uncles, I recall that Uncle Master Fajue recently subdued a River Demon with the cultivation of a Taiyin Mystic Immortal.

If we let this demon stir up trouble in Xiaoshi Village, it will surely draw that person out.

Then, our Wuhua Temple can observe from aside and discern their level of cultivation.”

“If this person is not a match for the River Demon, we can subdue and bring them back to Fahua Temple.

If the River Demon is vanquished by this person, our senior uncles can also deduce their level of cultivation and then request for the Buddha of Lingshan to act and subdue this individual.

Wouldn’t this be the best of both worlds?”

As Ku Hui’s words fell, the room fell silent, evidently finding this strategy of using others to achieve one’s own ends impeccable.

Without Wuhua Temple having to act directly, they could ascertain Ye Xuan’s cultivation.

Regardless of the outcome, it seemed beneficial and harmless to Wuhua Temple.

Although the strategy was somewhat cruel and shameless and could tarnish the face of the Buddhist Sect, it was seamless, and this led Master Fahua and the others to nod slightly.

“This plan is excellent.”

“Ku Hui, you have done well.”

“I ask the Abbot to make a decision.”

Several elderly monks spoke out one after another, all turning their eyes toward Chan Master Fahua, for the authority to make decisions rested entirely in the hands of Chan Master Fahua.

“Amitābha.”

Chan Master Fahua recited the Buddha’s name and said, “Ku Hui, I entrust this matter to you.

If you can handle it well, I will personally bestow upon you a scroll of the Vajra Exorcism Skill as a reward for your good work.”

“Thank you, Abbot.”

Ku Hui’s face lit up with joy, and he excitedly kowtowed to Chan Master Fahua, his eyes flashing with excitement.

No wonder Ku Hui was so excited; a scroll of the Vajra Exorcism Skill could elevate his cultivation to the realm of a Heavenly Immortal.

Besides, he had always harbored resentment toward Ye Xuan, and if he could use the River Demon to kill Ye Xuan, it would be enough to dispel the hatred in his heart.

Even if the River Demon was not a match for Ye Xuan, he could report back to Chan Master Fahua, and then people from Western Lingshan would come to suppress Ye Xuan.

This was truly a plan that killed two birds with one stone.

…

At the same time.

Flame Mountain.

The Bull Demon King sat high upon the White Bone Throne, countless Little Demons growling below.

A beautiful young woman was bound to a Cross Stake; her body was covered in whip marks, clearly having suffered unimaginable torture and whipping.

“Tell me, who killed my son,” the Bull Demon King’s eyes narrowed, and with a massive fist, he smashed down on the stone table in front of him.

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the stone table turned to ash.

“Bull…

Bull Demon King…

I…

I really don’t know who he is…

I’ve said all I could,” Hu Mei’er said weakly, her eyes filled with extreme fear.

Days before, following the death of Red Boy, Hu Mei’er had tried to flee from the Western Continent to return to the Qingqiu Fox Clan, but she had been intercepted by the Bull Demon King on the way.

She knew then that she was more likely to die than to live.

Indeed, the Bull Demon King had captured her and taken her back to Flame Mountain to subject her to inhuman torture.

Hu Mei’er had not dared to hide anything and recount in detail how Red Boy had been killed to the Bull Demon King.

Unfortunately, the Bull Demon King kept asking for Ye Xuan’s identity, but how could Hu Mei’er answer that?

Hence the scene that was now unfolding.

“My Lord, I think this woman is not lying.

She really doesn’t recognize the man,” a Great Demon, with the head of a wolf and body of a man, spoke up to the Bull Demon King.

Hearing his Great Demon’s words, the Bull Demon King slowly nodded, for he also began to believe Hu Mei’er’s words, realizing that after days of unimaginable torture, she would not lie under such brutal punishment.

“My Lord, the portrait of the culprit has been drawn; please take a look,” said a Little Demon, hurrying to the Bull Demon King’s side with a brand-new scroll in hand.

As the scroll was slowly unfurled, it revealed the likeness of a person.